The Greek text in the lower portion of the drawing is translated below (ESV).

Revelation 21:1-4; 10-14, 22:1-5

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth passed away, and there is no longer any sea. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband. And
I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying, “Behold, the tabernacle
of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His
people, and God Himself will be among them, and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.”

And
he carried me away in the Spirit to a great and high mountain, and
showed me the holy city, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, having the glory of God. Her brilliance was like a very costly stone, as a stone of crystal-clear jasper. It had a great and high wall, with twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels; and names were written on them, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the sons of Israel. There were three gates on the east and three gates on the north and three gates on the south and three gates on the west. And the wall of the city had twelve foundation stones, and on them were the twelve names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.

Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down
the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river
stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its
fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the
nations. No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There
will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the
light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will
reign for ever and ever.

On March 21st, 2017, six days after his 69th birthday, my dad was diagnosed with ALS. He had been having difficulties with his knee giving out for several months, starting in the fall of 2016. We had never anticipated the nightmare that this was not a simple physical problem, but a neurological degenerative disease: until my mom and dad had met with neurologist Verica Neskovic in Wausau WI, who immediately suspected ALS.

After a slew of tests, including a false positive for Lymes Disease and final EMG testing, Dr. Neskovic diagnosed him with our greatest fear. At the time of that appointment my dad was still able to walk with the use of a walker and had decent general use of his limbs, hands, and voice: Dr. Neskovic gave him 3-5 years based on what she saw at the time of the appointment. Since then my dad has taken a sharp decline, and as of the writing of this reflection (August 31, 2017) he has lost all movement other than a couple inches with his left foot, the ability to turn his head slightly, and a rapidly diminishing voice. My dad now lives in an assisted living facility in my hometown in Wisconsin, and is on hospice care. I’m currently writing his funeral and am creating a drawing for the cover of his funeral program, so that he can hear the funeral and see the drawing before he passes away.

Over the past year or so, my wife – courtesy of the help and instruction of a good friend and neighbor – has been raising and then releasing monarch butteflies. The monarchs are truly amazing to watch as they transition from caterpillar to butterfly – and seeing the chrysalides up close is really amazing as they look like beautiful works of art: especially when the butterflies get close to coming out and you can see their wings through their chrysalides.

Hospice work is often full of analogies as we process with patients and their families about our patient’s situations: more so for me personally at this time due to my own dad being on hospice as well. A few nights ago as I was looking at our future butterfly Sully’s chrysalis – which is so thin now that you can see his wings - I was struck by a butterfly analogy for my dad. Looking at the chrysalis, the soon to emerge butterfly looks trapped after its life as a caterpillar which was free to move around. In the same way, after nearly 70 years of being able to move freely, my dad is now locked in and is unable to move. I’m not in any way looking forward to my dad’s passing, but I do believe that when he does he will be given his new body in the new heaven and the new earth just like a butterfly has a ‘new body’ after emerging from its chrysalis. “For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.” II Corinthians 5:4 (ESV)

I took the above photo as a reminder that my dad still has tremendous beauty within him and around him despite his being trapped in his own body by ALS: a truth that I believe applies to all of our hospice patients, no matter what disease is affecting their bodies.

I was surprised that I reacted as emotionally as I did to the Fearless Girl sculpture when I saw her in person. I
loved the importance of the message right away and its importance to all
women and men, but when stopping by to see her I was moved by the
amazing nuance in her determined and resilient face to the point that I
choked up a bit when I think of the evil that happens to so many women of all ages. Her little bronze face so clearly says, "Despite...I will."

As with all art - especially great art - there of course is controversy. That's not a bad thing as it raises more awareness and brings issues front and center. For myself, I see the Fearless Girl as a symbol of the importance of feminism - which I say both as an artist and as a father of a young girl: a young girl who I see the same strength and resolve in, and one who I will encourage as best as I can to stand her ground and not let anything stand in her way.

My hats off to the fearless girl, and Kristen Visbal for sculpting her. I love art but am rarely genuinely moved by it.